The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1294

"Congratulations to Chief Allen on becoming the ultimate chef!!!"

"The clan leader is mighty!!!"

"Long live!!!"

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The audience on the mountaintop, who had been in a daze, took a while to recover from the negative state caused by the divine dish. Just then, they saw Allen put the divine dish into the food box. At this moment, everyone knew that Allen's cooking of the divine dish, which had taken more than half a year, had been successful. All kinds of heartfelt congratulatory words were uttered, and they looked proud of it.

The audience from the Green Fields and the North were ecstatic. They already had complete faith in Allen, this legendary leader, and were absolutely optimistic about the outcome of his cooking. However, the cooking process, which had taken more than half a year, had been far too long, and many laymen couldn't discern the exquisite skills Allen displayed. The long wait had eventually worn down their enthusiasm. Now that the cooking had finally been completed, the pride and sense of honor of being a member of the North filled them with a surge of emotion, which they could only express through frenzied shouts and exaggerated gestures.

Below the mountaintop, in various districts, pairs of wide, piercing eyes peered intently from the darkness, observing the events unfolding atop the mountain. With the aid of various magical means, although they weren't physically present in the mountaintop plaza, they witnessed everything happening as if they were standing on a viewing platform.

Seeing that heart, which was clearly no ordinary thing, beat, and the effects even affected those powerful individuals who were not present, they, with their vast experience, naturally understood that the other party's cooking had truly succeeded this time.

The success of this cooking not only signifies that the magical cooking profession, which has existed for no more than 500 years, has truly achieved a status comparable to ancient traditional professions such as forging and alchemy; it also means that the Green Field tribe, located in the barren northern region, will have an even greater impact on the world.

And the Bear Spirit Saint who caused all these changes naturally gained the true power to step onto the chessboard and play chess with others.

"Damn it, what incredible luck!!"

"It seems the Green Field tribe still possesses strength in the North, and could very well become a major threat to the kingdom in the future!"

"What a pity, why isn't such a gifted talent appearing in the empire?"

"From now on, the church will probably have to give in to this guy even more!"

The leaders of the various factions were filled with different emotions, but their next actions were largely the same: they quickly compiled and preserved what they had seen that night, recording it in great detail, and then used various means to rapidly transmit it to their respective faction's headquarters.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

"Congratulations, Clan Chief..."

Albard, the newly appointed chieftain of the Greenfield tribe, stood guard beside Allen's throne, watching Allen's cooking process with bated breath. Only after Allen had successfully completed the dish, which was clearly imbued with some kind of magical rule, did the dwarf chieftain step forward to congratulate Allen.

“You are now the clan chief. According to the clan’s rules, I can only serve as an elder and face the children of the clan.”

Allen's tone was slightly heavy as he reminded the heir before him of the shift in his identity and mindset.

"In my heart, Chieftain will always be you, and I will always be your most steadfast follower!!" Faced with Allen's rebuke, Albad did not back down. He faced Allen's stern gaze directly and solemnly expressed his inner thoughts to Allen.

"That's not right, my child."

Although Allen appreciated the other party's respect, he was more concerned about the rules for the transfer of power. One should act and behave according to one's position. This was very important for a powerful force, and even he should not deviate from the rules: "You can keep your respect for me, but you should keep it in your heart. To the outside world, you are now the chief of the Green Field Tribe, while I am just the Supreme Elder of the tribe."

"Recognize your place, Chief Albad of the Greenfield Tribe."

As Allen's words and attitude grew increasingly stern, Albad finally lowered his head, sincerely accepting Allen's teachings: "Thank you for your guidance, Elder! I will remember it!!"

After the brief incident, when Albad raised his head again, his eyes held a newfound authority and a chilling aura: "Elder, shall we proceed according to the established plan now?"

"let's start!!"

Beneath Allen's resolute face, a pair of hawk-like eyes revealed a determined look, and then he solemnly uttered three words.

"clear!!"

Upon receiving the instruction, Albad raised his small arm, producing an exquisite staff. Then, a bolt of lightning shot out from the gem at the top of the staff, soaring into the sky and leaving behind the image of a powerful and majestic lightning eagle in the dark night sky, which lingered for a long time.

"This area is being cleared. All unrelated persons are requested to leave within five minutes!!"

The elite warriors of the Green Fields, who had been standing around the square for more than half a year, rushed into the square as Albad's staff struck out with lightning. They stared menacingly at the audience, who numbered less than a thousand, and issued an order to leave. Their tone was not only cold but their actions were also extremely rude.

The audience had just been congratulating Allen on his successful cooking, but they never expected him to turn on them so quickly. Without giving any response, he tried to drive them off the viewing platform in the square. Apart from the Green Fields and the audience members from the North, everyone else's faces showed some dissatisfaction and anger.

However, when they saw the new Greenfield Chieftain, the dwarf goblin demigod archmage Albad, gradually rise taller and stand in the void, his powerful aura enveloping the entire sky, even if everyone had a lot of complaints and anger, they could only suppress them and quicken their pace to follow the Greenfield warriors' instructions, leaving the mountaintop plaza.

Clang clang clang!! Clang clang clang!! Clang clang clang!!

Before the audience had all left, the alarm bell on the tower that accompanied Allen's castle rang out again, its urgent and loud sound echoing throughout the city and drifting across the vast plains.

The city's residents, already affected by the divine dish cooked by Allen and passively awakened, had not yet recovered from their confusion and astonishment when the rhythmic alarm bells rang in their ears again, and everyone listened intently.

Most outsiders did not understand the meaning behind the alarm bell, but the tribespeople who had lived and been educated by the Green Field tribe since childhood understood the message it carried within 30 rings. Their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly put on their clothes and armor, searched for their weapons and whetstones to sharpen and prepare for battle.

This bell has been constantly instilled and reviewed by teachers since everyone first entered school. Although this bell with its unique rhythm has never been rung before, every true Greenfield Clan member will understand its meaning immediately.

The ringing of this bell signifies: all warriors of the tribe prepare for battle, and Green Lake City enters a state of military alert!